With a flick of Lin Qiye's finger in the sky, two more "planes" swept above and below Chaos. The six "planes" were parallel in pairs and perpendicular in pairs, sealing Chaos within the transparent cubic space carved out at their center like a prison!
Chaos floated at the center of the cube, frowning as it looked around before finally fixing its gaze on the distant Lin Qiye and speaking coldly:
"You are not Lin Qiye... Who are you?"
Lin Qiye had asked it the very same question in the hospital not long ago... Yet in just over ten minutes, their roles had been reversed.
Lin Qiye looked down at it without any intention of answering. He merely raised a finger in silence and pointed remotely at Chaos in the center of the cube.
The six "planes" converged in an instant. The transparent cubic space at their center collapsed inward like a dying planet. A dazzling white light flashed across the sky, forcing every figure amid the ruins of the Heavenly Court to close their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, a black hole several kilometers in radius was slowly compressing in the sky where the white light had vanished... Dense spatial cracks webbed across the entire firmament.
Lin Qiye looked down at the ever-collapsing black hole. Chaos's figure had already vanished within it, and his deep eyes narrowed slightly.
"The power I can use is still too weak... Forget it. They are merely external possessions."
He shook his head. The white light flowing across his chest gradually faded, and his once-solid soul began to blur visibly... In mere moments, it returned to its normal ethereal, weakened state.
Soul-form Lin Qiye closed his eyes and fell from the sky bit by bit like a kite with its string cut.